Waking Up Massive

Foreword: If anyone has read The Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka, this five page story should be familiar. I've given it my own spin, the nature of the surreal short story being adapted well to themes I tinker with. Rather than being turned into a monster of sorts, our protagonist has become...well, you will see.

Waking Up Massive

By AyylaGTS

Act One

One morning, when Harmony woke from a restful slumber, she found herself with breasts bigger than her body. The feeling was a surprise at first, her torso and thighs completely smothered by the pillowy masses. She uttered a simple and quiet “What?” to break the morning silence, unable to move at first other than staring at the ceiling. She turned her head and stared at an alarm clock that had already gone off. It seemed larger breasts were also great for a deep slumber, for Harmony usually woke before the blaring sound began.

‘I really ought to go to work…’ Harmony thinks quietly but gives herself a glance and sees two peaks further down the bed. Getting to work shouldn’t be the goal, getting out of bed was. Bringing an arm up, she tosses the blanket aside and exposes two utterly massive breasts to the sunlight streaming into the room. Birds chirp outside, Harmony hearing the usual hustle and bustle of the day.

Taking stock of her extremities, she wiggles her toes and feels only a slight cool air around them. They weren’t covered, but it seems as well that the weight of her newfound breasts were not enough to cut off circulation in her thighs. Good. She had time to figure out what had happened, no pressing issues other than work or food.

Harmony reaches for her phone, the device just a foot out of reach. She struggled to roll her shoulder and get a better angle at the bedstand but only closed the distance by a few inches. The effort exhausted her, collapsing back into a resting state with a sigh. ‘Maybe in a bit…’ She thinks and turns her attention toward her breasts once again. From what she could see, her breasts had a network of soft blue veins traversing the pale flesh all the way up to the peaks of her boobs. Areola spread from her nipples the size of hubcaps. Her nipples themselves were like soda cans, or at least appeared to be, jutting into the sun as she sighed once more. Getting her hands on her phone would require another attempt, and so Harmony brings her hands to her sides and works them backwards to properly sit up. It’s a fruitless effort, but with a final roll she at least shifts her body to become diagonal on the bed, now within reach of her phone.

The phone had no messages on it, but Harmony typed out an apology to her boss to excuse the absence and inform them that she would use a vacation until she could sort herself out. ‘I’m trapped under the weight of my breasts.’ She typed and marveled at the speedy reply from her employer.

‘I hope you feel better soon, we need you on Monday’.

Harmony spent the next few hours laying still, the bed occasionally eliciting a groan or creaking noise. She was recounting the prior week as if to figure out why she might have woken today with breasts capable of inhibiting movement. Her thoughts drift and swim as her hands explore the breastflesh below her, gently playing at the skin as she marvels at how warm they also are. She might have woken up from the blanket trapping too much heat, rather than anything else. Eventually she recalls an evening she had spent with her friends only a few days prior. After some drinks, they had mused about what they would change about themselves. Common traits, hair color… Eye color, a typical conversation. Harmony had voiced that she wasn’t happy with the size of her breasts, and that a bigger pair would make her happy.

Her friends had almost scoffed at the idea. Not a trio that sported more than C-cups between them, no one at the table could account for what it would be like to actually have sizable chests, but the sentiment shared by her friends was the same. ‘Wouldn’t it be a bother? You would struggle all the time with big boobs.’

Harmony now stared down at her chest and smiled, realizing they were undoubtedly right. It was a struggle, but it wasn’t one that she found she would mind. As the sun set, the creaking noise of the bed suddenly increases sharply, Harmony’s eyes widening for a moment as suddenly a falling sensation fills her along with a loud crash. Her bed had broken… The four legs splayed out as she dropped a foot to the ground. Thankfully cushioned by her mattress, Harmony sighed and wondered how she would pay for a new one, perhaps a nap would help her get ideas.

Act Two

After a whole day passes, Harmony’s stomach grumbles when she wakes up, a new day bringing new musings. She had barely moved, a restrictive blanket upon her preventing any attempt at escape. If she could get up, lay in a different position, there was something to be said about handling a chest this large… But she would need help.

Bringing her phone in, she dials her friend’s number but stops. Would they be bothered by the nude body Harmony sported? Feeling under her back, scraps of a t-shirt that she went to bed in a night before were still under her backside. The fabric must have torn apart on the night of her growth, a massive eruption possible or perhaps a slow and gradual increase. It wouldn’t be known which it could be.

An hour passes and Harmony did end up sending a phone call out, her friends hearing that she had missed two days of work were now concerned at the prospect of their friend being distraught. Opening the door with bags of groceries in hand, Harmony is laying exactly where she woke up two days ago. Still pinned by her utterly massive breasts.

The door opening brought a breeze into the apartment, a gasp elicited from Harmony as her nipples grew erect, rising another inch and causing the girl to bite her lip. “I’m in the bedroom!” She calls out, answering her friends inquisitive calls. Once turning the corner, two shocked faces look at the carnage around Harmony.

“The bed! Girl, are you okay?” And “Gosh, you’re topless… Harmony… What’s wrong?”

Explaining the situation, Harmony recounts her request for larger breasts to the pair and affirms she woke up yesterday morning looking …like this. Her friends only stare, a puzzled look on their faces. “Like…what? Topless? Why is the bed in pieces?”

Harmony explains the weight of her chest to the confused pair. They seem concerned, but unpack the bags they had brought. “We heard you won’t be at work this week. If you need some supplies, we made sure to pack your favorites. We’re here for you.” And Harmony thanked them profusely.

After chatting for a while, the girls proposed they all head to the living room and watch some TV. “If you don’t mind me being practically naked, I would be happy to. Except… I can’t get up.”

For the umpteenth time today Harmony’s friends were baffled. “You mean you…Really can’t get out of bed?” They ask, to which Harmony attempts to put her hands behind her and bring her body up in a sitting position. She struggles and fails, falling back onto the bed. “No, it’s the weight of my breasts. I’m sorry.”

“Well… What if we help you?” They asked, and moved to either side of Harmony after the girl nodded. Bracing her hands against Harmony’s shoulders, she awaited the comforting pressure from her friends and made the monumental effort of pushing up against her breasts. The two titanic orbs shifted, resting heavily on her lap and even spreading to the sides once she was properly erected. Her nipples were still stiff from the breeze earlier and she blushed as her friends came around to stand in front of her. They held a hand out each to assist Harmony in standing, the girl relying on them strongly to stand up.

Breasts spill forward as they hang down to almost her knees, while filling the space in front of her in perfectly huge teardrops. Looking around, Harmony smiles for a moment before realizing something else was off. “Wait… My room…” She says, and looks at her friends. Down at her friends.

Holding hands with the pair, Harmony could see now that her friends’ hands were dwarfed by her own. She loomed over them, a full foot and a half taller, or rather, larger than they were. She had grown in size all around, now a giant in addition to having incredibly large breasts. The two friends seemed unfazed.

“Are we good to watch TV now?” One asks. And Harmony stammers out a reply.

“What about me? I’m huge! You two are so small to me now…” And the friends just stare at their naked friend, looking her up and down. They exchange a look between another before continuing.

“Does that stop us from watching TV?” They ask, and Harmony found she had nothing to say other than shake her head, and the trio move to the living room to watch some shows for the rest of the day.

Act Three

On the third evening after Harmony awoke to being a giant with enormous breasts, she found herself in the kitchen cooking up a storm. Being big was incredible, she found she was a lot more capable of moving her bulk around, sitting and standing no longer inhibited her and she was only occasionally knocking things over with her breasts.

The dessert she was interested in making was her grandmother’s cake recipe. Reaching the top shelves was easy, putting things on the counter slightly hard, but overall she enjoyed herself and continued preparing the ingredients until she ran into a problem.

She couldn’t find any salt in her apartment.

On her hands and knees, Harmony’s breasts blocked the view of some lower cabinets. In cupboards that were chest-level, Harmony couldn’t quite reach the back without her breast mashing against her chin. The giant girl wondered if she had any other solution before sighing with resolve that she would have to go outside.

“I’ll have to go out eventually, right? If this condition is permanent…” And after fiddling with a blanket for a moment, Harmony figured she was already going to get enough stares by her chest that having no clothes on at all wouldn’t make much of a difference, let along being as big as she was in height.

Ducking through the door, Harmony set out in the evening air to gasp when a breeze caresses her bare breasts. Nipples becoming hard, Harmony bites a lip and starts toward the 24-hour convenience store she lives near. A quick three-block walk was all she would need to obtain her required cooking ingredient, the girl passing under streetlights that illuminated her large form periodically, thankfully hiding it in shadow just as often.

Only the occasional passerby would require Harmony to mind her step, watching as their faces were too glued to their phones to pay attention to the light quakes that Harmony produced, her nearly one-ton naked body bringing to the streets. Lights shine in the convenience store as Harmony approaches and she ducks through the sliding doors to find her target.

Walking down the aisles, she smiles as she looks down at the shelves filled with various goods. Chips, bread, beef jerky and canned ham, Harmony’s eyes settle on a shaker of salt that should suit her needs. It felt small in her hands, a tiny amount of ingredient that she traveled far to obtain. Walking over to the counter, a young man sleepily mans the cash register in an otherwise empty store. Harmony puts her salt on the counter, prompting the bored employee to yawn and punch a few buttons on the machine. He announces the price.

Harmony’s hand instinctively reaches down to pat her thigh. One, and then the other. She realizes after a moment her mistake, attempting to rectify it with words. “I…can’t believe I’ve done this, I forgot my purse. I’ve just grown massive breasts you see, and my clothes ripped off when I became a giant…”

The young man blinks at her and stares at Harmony’s chest. Cocking an eyebrow, he shrugs. “The salt will be here if you come back.” And Harmony is left speechless. She turns to go, deeply ducking as she heads home.

It struck her as strange, both her friends and the people she has met all don’t find her increase in size to be jarring. Her naked, huge body stepped heavily down the street, even so far as to require that she duck under streetlights at times while she watches her gigantic breasts sway back and forth. “What am I going to do?” She says aloud, voice booming.

As if to make the whole situation worse, Harmony comes up on her apartment and instantly realizes that she would not be getting her purse, or making a cake at all tonight. The door to her apartment was down near her waist… The big girl had grown again sometime during her walk outside.

Act Four

Blinking, the sun waking Harmony on the fourth day after becoming incredibly busty and a veritable giant, she takes stock of her situation. She sits in an alleyway with a pair of massive breasts in her lap. Having resolved to see if sleeping the night would solve any problems, she holds her hands up in front of her face and looks around. Miniature trash cans and fire hydrants looked like playthings to her, a morning yawn eliciting a stretch as she mumbles loudly. “Nope… still big.” She says.

Lifting some newspapers off her that she had spread out on her nipples the night before, Harmony stands and lets them fall to the sidewalk as she bumps her head on a streetlight, bending the metal. She stands fully, looking down at the utility pole and the street below. It was early enough in the morning that there were no people, save the occasional car ambling down the street to go to work. In the distance Harmony heard a trumpet being played in a nearby park, causing her to wonder if it wouldn’t be all that bad to go for a walk and listen to some music.

While listening, Harmony hears an interestingly loud voice from around the corner, snippets of a conversation catching her attention.

“I must have lost my wallet… I grew out of my clothes when I became like this…”

 Hesitant, waiting, Harmony stands still as she hears a sigh and feels the quakes of footsteps coming around the corner. Suddenly she is greeted eye to eye with a man… One as tall as she is, eyes locking immediately as they both share matching faces of astonishment.

In the next moments, Harmony sees the man pull his eyes downwards and blush, noticing the incredibly massive breasts hanging from her chest. Light blue veins spread all along the milky flesh, a soft rise and fall of the tear-shaped breasts that travel down to her thighs cover covering her abdomen and sex.

The man on the other hand, as Harmony’s eyes similarly trail downwards and look at his muscular, shapely body, see the figure standing before her is endowed in his own way with an absolutely gigantic penis. His cock and balls both seemed ten times the size they ought to be, even on a giant. Hanging down to his knees, his balls were the size of beachballs proportionally and his cock was likely dozens of feet long and as thick as his thigh.

“Oh uh… I didn’t see you there. Hey.” The man says. To which Harmony blushes, looking away for a moment. The man’s dick stirs as he continues to stare, quickly becoming erect as it engorges and begins to jutt outward. Harmony’s own nipples firm up, hard like diamonds as she brings her eyes back to his.

“No worries, I uh… My name is Harmony.” She says, holding out a hand.

“Danny.” He says, taking her hand and shaking it. His cock throbs and he lets go, cursing it. “Ah, sorry… It’s been hard controlling this damn thing. See, I woke up a few days ago and found myself to be a giant…”

Harmony giggles, resting a hand on it, feeling the dimpled head under her hand. “Don’t worry, I know what it’s like.” Danny’s eyes open wider, then relax as a smile spreads across his face. Inviting him, Harmony hefts a breast up and Danny tentatively puts a hand under it, weighing and gently groping her boob. The two spend a moment exploring one another’s assets and size, enjoying the feeling of one another. Looking around at the tiny city below them, Harmony is the first to speak, voice booming.

“I heard some music in the park earlier. Would you like to go for a walk?” She asks.

“I would like that.” Danny replies, and the two hold hands, beginning a walk together.

The End